Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.